Bear Naked Truth

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Jessa walked away from the Blackwood Pack when she failed to deliver on her end of a contract she signed with them. But she fears that the ironclad nondisclosure agreement she signed won’t allow her to get far. There’s only one person she thinks might be able to help her, except he’s notoriously unhelpful and leads a gang of shifters that could be just as dangerous as the one she wants to leave.

And now there’s this new hottie she wants to sink her teeth into distracting her…

Fresh from an out of town trip that led to yet another friend’s mating, Calder has returned home with a grumpy and dissatisfied bear. That is until he meets one dazzling human goddess on his morning bakery run. With curves for miles and an obvious love for chocolate frosted cupcakes, he’s sure he has met his match.

Until he finds out she already belongs to Luke Blackwood and his boss, Bhric has made her strictly off limits.

Witch and Were by Eliza Gayle

Witch and Were



All my life I’ve been told I need to learn the fine art of patience. Ironic considering that’s what my hipster loving, sex addicted mother named me. Instead of dealing with my mother’s woo-woo touchy feely ways, I’d rather keep my mind and my weak ass magic focused on business.

Today of all days, I especially can’t deal. Not only do I have a meeting with some influential investors that I need to expand my skin care line, it’s also my fiftieth birthday. That’s right. The big 5-0. Ugh. Witches may not age like humans so I don’t look a day over twenty-five. But in my business age is everything and my customers expect, well, magic.

So the fact I woke up this morning in the form of a white wolf is kind of a problem. Witches can’t shift, so why the hell am I looking at a wolf in the mirror?

As if that wasn’t enough, there’s a silver fox now trying to sniff my butt. The fact he shifts into a smoking hot Gerard Butler look alike with a salt and pepper beard shouldn’t matter. Uhhhh… Now he wants to be my guide for a cross country road trip to some nowhere town in West Virginia so I can figure out what’s wrong with me.

This should be epic. Not.

Go ahead, cue the banjos. If you don’t hear from me in a week, please send help.